Tell me... why did you leave? Tell me then. Why. Did. You. Leave.

— I have things going on, you never asked me why I leave. Ask me! So you'll stop being suspicious.

—I don't need someone who is going to leave, who will fly away from me. That's why I suspect you, I don't know what you want from me.

—Is it my style? My way of life? I'm like a bird, I always fly away... But come on, why so suspicious of me out of sudden?

—Nina what...? I like the more common, stronger scents. I don't know. Something about you doesn't make me trust you, but I still like you.

— What? I'm not a drug addict. I'm just magical, why don't you believe it? You've seen it happen. And my smell? It's Nina Ricci.

—I think that's a weird way of saying that you're... a drug addict. Duh, I liked you but you're weird. Your... smell is strange, it confuses me.

— I am magical, why do you think you get butterflies when I'm around?

—Magic? What do you have to do with magic? Umh.

—I felt you were on need of a little magic in your life, so therefore, I am here ~